"Revivalist thrash" might not be the best way to describe what bands like Hexen have been doing recently. By now, the image that term ultimately conjures up is one of a thickening pack of denimed-out, canned beer shaking youths huddling around thrash's corpse, firing up their defibrillators, reviving it back to life, letting it get up and dust itself off, then defibrillating it again. And then again. And now again... Again.